... Too Much Brooding, Not Enough Doing.

I Doubt We Will Ever Be Forgiven. All I Hope Is – They'll Remember We Were Human Beings

There Are No Beginnings, Not Even To Stories. There Are Only Places Where You Make An Entrance Into Someone Else's Life And Either Stay Or Turn And Go Away.

Complaints About Reality Are Immature.

I Still Maintain That An Ordinary Human Being Has The Right To Be Horrified By A Mangled Body Seen On An Afternoon Walk.

I Write Against Violence. I Write Against Fascism. I Write Against One Person Dominating Another.